“‘There was, oh, such a lovely wedding-breakfast! At _one_ end of the table there was a large plum-pudding. And at the other end there was a nice roasted _Lamb_! Oh, you’ve no _idea_ what a delicious thing it is—a nice roasted Lamb!’ And the Lamb said ‘Oh, if you please, Sir, _don’t_ talk about eating Lambs! It makes me so _shivery_!’ And the Lion said ‘Oh, well, we won’t talk about it, then!’” CHAPTER XV. THE LITTLE FOXES. “So, when they got to the top of the hill, Bruno opened the hamper: and he took out the Bread, and the Apples, and the Milk: and they ate, and they drank. And when they’d finished the Milk, and eaten half the Bread and half the Apples, the Lamb said ‘Oh, my paws is so sticky! I want to wash my paws!’ And the Lion said ‘Well, go down the hill, and wash them in the brook, yonder. We’ll wait for you!’” “It never comed back!” Bruno solemnly whispered to me. But Sylvie overheard him. “You’re not to whisper, Bruno! It spoils the story! And when the Lamb had been gone a long time, the Lion said to Bruno ‘Do go and see after that silly little Lamb! It must have lost its way.’ And Bruno went down the hill. And when he got to the brook, he saw the Lamb sitting on the bank: and who should be sitting by it but an old Fox!” “Don’t know who _should_ be sitting by it,” Bruno said thoughtfully to himself. “A old Fox _were_ sitting by it.” “And the old Fox were saying,” Sylvie went on, for once conceding the grammatical point, “‘Yes, my dear, you’ll be ever so happy with us, if you’ll only come and see us! I’ve got three little Foxes there, and we do love little Lambs so dearly!’ And the Lamb said ‘But you never _eat_ them, do you, Sir?’ And the Fox said ‘Oh, no! What, _eat_ a Lamb? We never _dream_ of doing such a thing!’ So the Lamb said ‘Then I’ll come with you.’ And off they went, hand in hand.” “That Fox were welly extremely wicked, _weren’t_ it?” said Bruno. “No, no!” said Sylvie, rather shocked at such violent language. “It wasn’t quite so bad as that!” “Well, I mean, it wasn’t nice,” the little fellow corrected himself. “And so Bruno went back to the Lion. ‘Oh, come quick!’ he said. ‘The Fox has taken the Lamb to his house with him! I’m _sure_ he means to eat it!’ And the Lion said ‘I’ll come as quick as ever I can!’ And they trotted down the hill.” “Do oo think he caught the Fox, Mister Sir?” said Bruno. I shook my head, not liking to speak: and Sylvie went on. “And when they got to the house, Bruno looked in at the window. And there he saw the three little Foxes sitting round the table, with their clean pinafores on, and spoons in their hands——” “Spoons in their hands!” Bruno repeated in an ecstasy of delight. “And the Fox had got a great big knife—all ready to kill the poor little Lamb——” (“Oo needn’t be flightened, Mister Sir!” Bruno put in, in a hasty whisper.) [Illustration: ‘ENTER THE LION’]